Honghuang: People in Jiejiao, picking up entries to prove Hunyuan

The sun was warm and the breeze was gentle.

Inside the azure light cover, a white cloud, accompanied by a purple bird flying by with clear chirps from time to time, floated leisurely in the air, heading in a certain direction.

Tong Ling lay on his back on the soft white cloud, his hands folded, his two long legs raised high behind his head, and he closed his eyes and rested his mind leisurely.

If it weren't for the fierce aura of the calamity that always lingered between heaven and earth, Tong Ling felt that he would be very happy at this moment, not just slightly happy.

In his spare time, Tong Ling actually thought about the cause of the calamity between the prehistoric world and whether there was a way to eliminate it.

Otherwise, if there was a calamity between heaven and earth every once in a while, no matter how solid this prehistoric world was, it would not be able to withstand the destruction again and again.

And the prehistoric world did not withstand the calamity battles again and again.

Finally.

In the calamity of the Conferred God in later generations.

The horrific battle of the Five Saints completely broke the prehistoric continent into pieces.

This created the so-called Three Realms of Heaven and Earth in later generations.

Compared with the vast prehistoric world today, the Three Realms of Heaven and Earth in later generations are really not worth mentioning. They are just a few slightly larger areas of the prehistoric land.

Tong Ling can understand that the quantitative calamity is the general trend of the Heavenly Dao.

Under the promotion of the Heavenly Dao, the quantitative calamity, that is, the general trend, cannot be stopped by living beings.

Even saints cannot do it.

What Tong Ling does not understand is.

After all, the Heavenly Dao is also a part of the prehistoric world. Why does it promote the so-called quantitative calamity?

Make the quantitative calamity happen again and again?

If we follow the instinct of seeking benefits and avoiding harm, the naturally operating Heavenly Dao should try to eliminate the quantitative calamity as much as possible and prevent the prehistoric world from being damaged.

After all, if the prehistoric world is damaged, as the prehistoric Heavenly Dao, it itself will definitely be affected and its power will decline.

From this perspective, Tong Ling couldn't understand the way of heaven.

'Could it be that it was to suppress the way of earth? '

Thinking of the various theories of the prehistoric world that he had read in his previous life, Tong Ling made a guess in his heart.

"Well, I'm just a little golden immortal now, why should I care so much."

"You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time."

"Now what I have to do is to rely on knowing the plot in advance, plan some benefits, and then rely on picking up entries and heaven-defying comprehension to improve my potential and strength."

"After I prove the way of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, I will consider these difficult things." Shaking his head and throwing away the thoughts in his mind, Tong Ling happily swung his legs, breathing the fresh air containing spiritual energy in the prehistoric world, and leisurely closed his eyes to rest.

The white clouds below flew over the spiritual veins of the peaks, the rivers and lakes, and were getting closer and closer to Tong Ling's destination this time, Wuyi Mountain.

Wuyi Mountain is located in the eastern part of the prehistoric world, not far from the East China Sea, and even closer to the coast of the East China Sea.

If not for this, Tong Ling would not have been able to go to Wuyi Mountain to search for treasures while protecting the human race.

If it was too far, with the vastness of the prehistoric world, it would take Tong Ling more than a few hundred or a few thousand years to travel.

If something really happened to the human race, it would be too late for Tong Ling to return to the human race.

The white clouds floated, like an aurora, flying across the sky at a high speed.

In the green light cover, Tong Ling, who was riding on the white cloud, was leisurely, as if the white cloud was not fast.

In fact, from the outside, the white cloud was floating at an incredibly fast speed, and it was 70,000 to 80,000 miles in an instant.

At a certain moment, the white cloud passed over a high peak again, and a colorful rosy light suddenly rose rapidly and hit the white cloud.

A rough and bold voice suddenly came from the middle of the high peak.

"Hmph! You dare to pass through the peak where I, Qi Aotian, live. You are so audacious with your early Golden Immortal cultivation!"

As the voice fell, a domineering and majestic figure, stepping on the five-colored auspicious clouds, rushed from the void and crashed straight into the white cloud that had stopped at this moment, intending to use his powerful physique to crash the early Golden Immortal creature in the white cloud to death!

In the white cloud, Tong Ling was lying on the ground, feeling comfortable.

The magic shield that was set up to isolate the magic power suddenly began to shake violently. It was almost broken, but the white cloud shook again and again, which made Tong Ling feel unhappy immediately.

'Damn it, I want to see which blind thing dares to disturb my leisure time. '

As we all know, being awakened from a sweet dream is one of the most unbearable things.

Although Tong Ling did not fall asleep, it was almost the same.

Therefore, Tong Ling is very angry now.

Someone is going to be in trouble.

Stopping the white cloud, Tong Ling flew up, stepped on the cloud, and looked around, wanting to see what kind of fierce man this man named Qi Aotian is, who dared to bump into him, a saint.The fifth direct disciple under his seat.

Well, although this guy doesn't know Tong Ling's identity.

But being so reckless makes him look even more "fierce".

As soon as Fang Yi focused his eyes, Tong Ling's eyes lit up.

"Five-color Qilin?! And so strong and powerful? It shouldn't be! Aren't Qilins supposed to be auspicious beasts? How could they be so ferocious and reckless? Not to mention the king of Qilin, the Five-color Qilin."

Thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out.

Tong Ling was too lazy to think about it anymore.

Prepare to capture this five-color Qilin at the peak of the Golden Immortal and use it as a mount.

There will be plenty of time to ask questions then.

Tong Ling took a fancy to such a majestic and graceful beast.

"You, you attacked me for no reason, but you think I am not as good as you?"

"In that case, you should take my sword." Tong Ling looked at the five-colored Qilin rushing towards him, summoned the Purple Cloud Sword and killed it with the Red Dust Seven Emotions Sword.

Without saying too much, he started to fight.

"Taoist is so arrogant, just watch me kick you flat!" The five-colored Qilin named Qi Aotian raised his right front leg and stepped towards Tong Ling in the gap between the rushes.

It grew bigger and bigger in the process, and finally grew to nearly ten thousand feet in size, like a thick five-colored wall, pressing down on Tong Ling.

"The Qilin clan's innate magical power, the Qilin Kick."

"Not bad, very powerful."

"It's a pity that your Qilin Kick has to pass my Red Dust Seven Emotions Sword first." Tong Ling's voice fell, and the nearly ten thousand feet long seven-colored sword energy slashed diagonally, and it had already chopped on the Qilin Kick that Qi Aotian stepped on.

It was not as Qi Ao Tian imagined that he could crush the colorful sword energy into pieces with one kick.

The power and tenacity of the colorful sword energy far exceeded his imagination.

Moreover, at the moment when the Qilin's big foot came into contact with the colorful sword energy, a series of miserable scenes suddenly appeared in Qi Ao Tian's mind. It was his Taoist partner who was captured by the demon clan demon saint Fei Dan and humiliated to death. Then, it appeared that his thousands of subordinates were all slaughtered by the demon clan.

"I hate it!"

Affected by the laws of the Red Dust Seven Emotions Sword, Qi Ao Tian couldn't help but fall into an illusion and re-experience the most painful thing in his life.

The Qilin foot that stepped on Tong Ling was involuntarily retracted, and it rushed randomly in the void and fell into a frenzy.